Sunday, May 3

Once upon a time, there was an island where all the feelings and

human values lived: Happiness, Sadness, Richness, Knowledge,

Wisdom and all the others including Love.

One day it was announced to the feelings that the island would sink. So all of them built boats

and scaped from the island, except Love who stayed there. He wanted to hold out until the last

possible moment.

When the island had almost sunk, Love decided to ask for help.

There was a boat passing by, it was Richness passing by on a big boat.

Love said, "Richness, can you take me with you?

Richness answered, No, I am sorry I can't. There is too much gold and silver in my boat there is

no room for you. And Richness left.

Love decided to ask Vanity who was also passing by in a beautiful vessel.

Vanity, please help me! I can't help you Love. You are all wet and you might damage my boat.

Sadness was close by. So Love asked, "Sadness, let me go with you"

Oh, Love I am so sad that I need to be by myself.

Happiness passed by Love too, but she was so happy that she

didn't even hear when Love called her.

Then suddenly there was a voice, a very stong voice.

"Come Love, I will take you". It was an elder.

So blessed and and overjoyed, Love even forgot to ask the elder where they were going. When

they arrived at dry land, the elder went his own way.

Love started asking to himself, realizing how much was owed to the elder. So Love asked

Knowlwdge, another elder, "Hey!, who helped me?" Oh, of course the elder said, you don't really

know who helped you?

It was Time, Knowledge answered.

Time? asked Love. "But why did Time help me? Knowledge smiled with deep wisdom and


"Because only Time is capable of understanding how valuable Love is"

2 comentarios:

alfonso said...

Is it yours?
You are fantastic! That's a nice story, a kind of story we can enjoy time and time..
Go on, my dearest friend.
In short, we must trust. Time solves Love problems.


Marina said...

Seguro que no me he enterado de nada, pero, ¿por qué el Amor se queda sólo en la isla a expensas de los demás sentimientos?, nadie le dijo que sería él quien debería ayudar a los demás?.
Bueno aceptemos que se quedó sólo y desvalido a la espera del hundimiento, este Amor tuyo, querida mía, anda un poco despistado. El Amor flota, mejor que el corcho en el que a veces se convierte y sigue flotando, mejor que el barco que navega sin rumbo y sigue flotando, mejor que la espuma del mar que va y viene y sigue flotando... El tiempo, verdadero amigo de todo lo esperado, por pasar o pasado, sólo le cobijó en un momento de flaqueza.

A falta de una buena traducción. La historia es preciosa.

Te quiero mi pequeña y hermosa niña.